No, not when you have the whole front yard to plow, and corn to plant, and taters, turnips, rutabakers, and onions, and oats, and barley, and watermelon.

All right, all right.

Now you get in the kitchen and get some breakfast on the table, and we'll be in directly.

See that you do.

Let's eat us a good big breakfast, Jethro, because you and me are going to be pulling that plow.

How?

Oh, Ellie, now I know you're strong and you're willing, but this here is Beverly Hills, and it just wouldn't look right for a young pretty girl to be pulling a plow.

No.

Want me to stick the rest of these in the ground for you?

Yes, Ellie.

This being the dark of the moon, we'll plant the things that grow underground first, like our taters and our turnips and our onions and our beets and our radishes.

Then comes the light of the moon, and we'll plant our corn and our beans and our tomatoes.

I spoke too fast.

He ain't only willing, he's anxious.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Drysdale.

It's them you work close?

Dad, did you notice anything unusual about the kitchen this morning?

Nope.

Unless you mean that mule sleeping on the floor over there.

Oh, praise be, Jed.